Well first off I hope you're okay and it's totally fine if you don't write this or if you don't get to it, please put your health and feelings ahead of writing silly little blurbs cause that's what really matters and I really hope you're okay. Onto the blurb, from past experiences some of the best sex I've had was when a guy would wake up in the middle of the night completely ready to fuck and be really rough and it'd be like we weren't even asleep seconds before so maybe something like that? :)
Thank you so so much 💙💙💙
You don’t know what made you wake up, but you hear his harsh breathing before you open your eyes. Blinking away the sleep in the darkness, slowly the image of your boyfriend comes into view; spread out on his back next to you in bed, his head pressed back into the pillows and giving you a lovely profile view of his Adam’s apple bobbing in his long neck, puffy lips open in a silent moan.
Still fuzzy from sleep, it takes you a few minutes to understand what’s happening, what that sound is and where it’s coming from, why Harry’s arm is moving so quickly, but when you finally figure it out, there’s an immediate heat in your belly. He doesn’t realize you’re awake until you creep your hand down his bare, clammy chest and towards where his hand is working himself so urgently, and when your fingers brush the slick head of him he groans out your name.
“Woke up like this,” he rasps into the night, sounding at once frustrated and apologetic, but then his eyes are burning into you when he hears you kick the blankets off yourself. Sleep is still itching the edges of your mind, but for some reason you feel as if you might die if he doesn’t get inside you soon.
There’s a catch in his breathing when you wiggle a bit clumsily out of your panties and toss them, almost as if he can’t believe this is happening and you’re really going to let him fuck you rather than telling him to shut up so you can sleep, but he’s quick to recover. You’ve barely gotten your shirt over your head before he rolls on top of you, and at once the heavy, rigid weight of his cock, already so thick and hard and pulsing, settles against your core and you gasp harshly right as his mouth descends over yours. His kiss is demanding and sloppy, his tongue deep in your mouth and relentless, and combined with the way his hands grope heavily at you, you find yourself succumbing easily to him.
His fingers pinch and roll your nipples as his tongue forges a fiery path down your jawline to the side of your neck, and the bruises that he sucks into place there are going to be proudly worn for the next few days. You can’t help the way your hips roll upward towards him, clutching at the soft flesh right above his hips to get him in the right position to slide against your clit, but he only seems to appreciate the friction on his cock, humming in pleasure against your skin and kneading your breasts harshly in his large palms.
Harry curses when he pries himself away from you enough to dip his fingers in your folds and feel how wet you are, taking the opportunity to circle around your clit a few times and watch you writhe beneath him. Looking down at you his eyes are a little bit wild, his hair a dark halo around his head, and underneath the heat of his gaze you feel opened up and exposed, completely vulnerable as he feels you out from the inside. One of his hands cups the side of your face, his palm burning hot, and he leans closer until you breathe his breath and can just see the thin ring of green in his eyes. His thumb trembles lightly against your bottom lip.
“Are you ready for me?” You nod, letting your lips part enough for your tongue to touch the tip of his thumb, and Harry groans your name right before kissing you breathless again.
He kneels back onto his knees, not before giving a hard sucking kiss to each of your nipples, and then with grasping hands he spreads your thighs apart and hauls them over his own until your lower half is perched in his lap. Gripping himself, he strokes his cock a couple of times and drags the swollen tip over your wet slit, making you whimper when it slides over your clit, and then with his eyes intent on you he aligns himself with your entrance.
When he plunges into you, your mouth falls open in a choked scream, and your nails bite down onto his arms where he grips your hips and holds them steady for him to thrust into you in a bruising pace. You lock your legs around his waist as best you can with your body bouncing each time he sheathes himself inside you, biting your lip hard against a tight whine as your walls stretch to fit around him. Harry is so well endowed that he always makes you feel full to the brim, but without the usual foreplay you can feel that burning twinge underneath the pleasure, and for some reason it makes you feel even more desperate for him. You beg him to fuck you harder, faster, claw at his back and sides when he leans over you and finds a different angle that makes you shake, and he doesn’t disappoint you.
Despite being fast asleep only minutes before, Harry makes you cum quicker than you anticipated, his fingers working a maddening rhythm over your clit at the same time his cock reaches those perfect spots inside you that make your eyes roll back into your head. You tremble and clamp down over his cock, your hips bucking without restraint in his lap, and he helps you to ride it out, gasping out that you look so fucking beautiful cumming for him like that, how you feel so good that he knows he won’t last much longer.
It isn’t long then that he pounds into you even harder and then stills, hips pressed tight against your own as he spills himself into you. You moan at the hot rush you can feel deep inside, welcoming his weight when he sags against your body.
You’ve nearly fallen back asleep by the time he drags himself off of you, and as it is you give a mighty yawn as he pulls you close to his warmth, eyelids rapidly growing heavy.
“Love you. Thank you.” Harry’s voice is low and a little wrecked, and you though you only give a sleepy sound in response, your mouth curves into a smile anyway, only fading when you’ve drifted back to sleep with your head pillowed on his chest.